Poems (Probyn)/Rondel (Thick in the path the leaves lie dead)
RONDEL.
Thick in the path the leaves lie dead; The days of laughter are gone from me;The blossom has dropped, and the summer fled; Swallows are all flown over the sea. Guessed we never the end—not we!Of the songs we sung, and the words we said—Thick in the path the leaves lie dead; The days of laughter are gone from me.
The goblet we broke when the wine was red, Never again. can it brimming be;Never put back the petals shed, When we snatched the roses, and shook the tree;Thick in the path the leaves lie dead; The days of laughter are gone from me.